The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The whole family of the Shen family finished their dinner lively, and Shen Qingchuan was called to the study by the butler Liang Bo.

The sky is not yet completely dark, the afterglow mottled the shadows of the trees outside the window, the birds perched comfortably on the branches of the trees, and the whole mountain was soaked in the dusk like orange juice, melting yellow, revealing a decadent and hazy beauty.

The study room was lit with warm yellow lights. Old Man Shen was sitting on a chair, his silver-white hair reflecting light. I don’t know if it’s been a long time since I saw him. Shen Qingchuan felt that Old Man Shen was more handsome than before he left home. old.

Presumably Shen Keyuan's matter, after all, is the eldest son, Mr. Shen is not less worried, and taking care of the big family is also very worrying and exhausting.

"Ke'er has already told me that this trip will make things difficult for you." Old Man Shen said to Shen Qingchuan.

Thinking of Shen Keyuan and Shen Qingchuan returning home, they only surrounded Shen Keyuan and ignored Shen Qingchuan who was on the side, and felt a little guilty in their hearts.

His third son left home since he was a child and was no longer raised by his predecessors. The siblings have a deeper relationship with Shen Keyuan.

Shen Qingchuan stretched his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Dad, this is what it should be."

"Just don't tell your mother about this. The doctor said that her blood pressure has been bad recently." Mr. Shen was talking about Shen Qingchuan's gunshot wound. Mrs. Shen's favorite is Shen Qingchuan, and it is also Shen Qingchuan who can't let go of her heart.

A few days ago, Mrs. Shen woke up suddenly because of a dream of Shen Qingchuan walking in front of her bloody, and even fell seriously ill.

Thinking of this, Mr. Shen said again, "Is your injury okay?"

"It's okay, it's almost healed, nothing serious." Shen Qingchuan's thin lips parted.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's face as usual, Old Man Shen believed what he said, "That's good."

Old Man Shen talked about his marriage to Shen Qingchuan again, and asked when the engagement would be held, but Shen Qingchuan directly refused. Old Man Shen thought that there was some conflict between Shen Qingchuan and that dancer Miss Guan. If so, Old Man Shen would like to hear it. Since ancient times, good and cheap have never married, and he hoped that his son would marry a lady from a famous family.

In the evening, the housekeeper Liang Bo went up to the second floor, and suddenly heard the sound of a piano coming from the piano room on the second floor.

Shen Qingchuan's face was like the leaden gray clouds outside the window, neither wind nor rain, his eyes were covered by drooping eyelashes, he was gray and looked a little absent-minded, his slender and fair fingers pressed the keys, sometimes as eager as a shower , sometimes like a drizzle, it seems to spread the heaviness and depression in the heart.

The young man sitting on the piano chair had a thin and unruly figure, and felt a deep sense of loneliness. The housekeeper Liang Bo didn't bother Shen Qingchuan.

After Shen Qingchuan finished playing the piano, the housekeeper Liang Bo brought a cup of hot tea, with kind eyes, he stood beside him and said, "Third young master, let's drink ginseng tea. This is made with sliced ​​American ginseng. The effect of nourishing the spleen and nourishing the stomach, you didn't eat much for dinner, do you want me to order the kitchen to cook some supper for you?"

"A few days ago, I bought some high-quality ginkgo fruit, and I can cook some ginkgo syrup." Butler Liang Bo still remembered that Shen Qingchuan's favorite syrup was ginkgo lotus seed soup.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't bear to refuse Uncle Liang's kindness, took a sip from the teacup, smiled in his eyes, and declined, "It's getting late, don't bother, Uncle Liang, you should go to bed early too."

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's figure returning to his room, the housekeeper Liang Bo sighed while holding the half cup of American ginseng tea left.

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After resting for a period of time, Shen Qingchuan's injuries had already healed.

Today I had free time, so I went to Leng Qiudu. When I arrived at the two-story building, Shen Qingchuan yelled for a long time, but Leng Qiudu didn't respond. He looked in from the window and found that the house was clean, but there was no popularity. They were all gone, empty and tight, as if no one had lived there for a while.

When Leng Qiudu couldn't be found, Shen Qingchuan went to Cornell University, the gatekeeper still recognized him.

Shen Qingchuan said a few good words, and the old guard let him in.

Looking for memories, walking on the long corridor, Shen Qingchuan looks so good, if the wind is clear and the moon is white, like the elegant man who walked out of the bamboo shadow painting on rice paper, even if he has been away from Cornell University for a while, there are still female classmates who recognize him he.

Shen Qingchuan's demeanor is elegant, gentle and courteous, and he is very popular among female students. Shen Qingchuan responds one by one to the female students who came up to say hello. Yes, I don't feel left out.

The female students were really enthusiastic and invited him to participate in various activities. Shen Qingchuan didn't want to refute the face of the female students, and didn't pour cold water on them. He only said that he would go when he had time.

As a painting classroom, other students have already left the classroom one after another, rushing to the dining hall, or gathering in twos and threes to a restaurant outside, as the bell rang for the end of class, and there is no class in the afternoon anyway.

Leng Qiudu was the only one left in the classroom, sitting near the window, holding a sharpened pencil, scribbling on the notebook, the profile of a single side of his face looked gentle and handsome, if the family background was better, Miss Jiao outside must be Will be very fond of him.

"Qiudu." Shen Qingchuan stood at the door of the classroom and called out.

The figure fell in the sunlight, and there seemed to be a snow shadow covering the man behind him. Leng Qiudu glanced at him, then looked back indifferently, as if he didn't hear someone calling him.

Shen Qingchuan knew he was in the wrong, and didn't even leave a message for Leng Qiudu, so he hurried to Jingu. He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, surrounded Leng Qiudu, and didn't treat him as gentle as others, but instead The tone is a bit rascal.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu ignored him, Shen Qingchuan called again and again, "Classmate Leng? Master Leng?"

In the end, Shen Qingchuan said discouragedly, "I was wrong."

Leng Qiudu paused while holding the pen, and said, "Where did you go wrong?"

"My mistake was that I left without saying goodbye, and missed the appointed time." Shen Qingchuan knelt down and said.

It turned out that Shen Qingchuan and Leng Qiudu had made an appointment to meet at the Juxian Building. Leng Qiudu waited for a long time but did not see Shen Qingchuan. Knowing that he was not a punctual person, he was afraid that something would happen to him, so he asked several places and went to Shen's residence. , I found out that Shen Qingchuan had gone to Jingu.

In fact, Leng Qiudu didn't have much anger in his heart. For some reason, his face was cold and his tone was a bit aggressive, "I thought I wasn't your friend."

Leng Qiudu could see Shen Qingchuan's hair twirling, looking cute, his clear eyes were all reflected in his figure.

"Student Leng, student Leng Da, there is no reason why this happened, I still remember your birthday." Shen Qingchuan smiled on his face, his brows and eyes were curved, and his smile was like a sly cat, which was rarely mischievous.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu's face was loose and the frost was beginning to melt, Shen Qingchuan's eyes lightened slightly, and he said with a smile, "Let's go, student Leng, I invite you to dinner."

Leng Qiudu rejected Shen Qingchuan's suggestion and went to a big hotel for dinner. He knew that according to Shen Qingchuan's temperament, he had to order ten pots and eight dishes of dishes. It would be too extravagant and wasteful for two people to eat.

Shen Qingchuan changed his mind and went to the vegetable market to buy a lot of ingredients, flour, eggs and a big hen, and said that he would show him something today.

With the ingredients in their hands, the two came to the Yiwa house.

Leng Qiudu saved some money. After moving out of the small two-story building, with the help of the owner of the studio, he moved to a simple tile-roofed house behind the studio. It was relatively secluded, but fortunately, the rent was cheap. There is a small kitchen attached.

Push open the wooden door, and you can walk through the small courtyard in about ten steps. There are several pots of mint grass planted on both sides of the door. The light green is placed on the dusty ground, and the breeze is blowing, which is somewhat pleasant.

Shen Qingchuan rolled up his sleeves, stood in front of the square wooden table in the living room, kneading the dough vigorously, saying that he was making a cake, judging by his posture, it seemed to be somewhat genuine.

Leng Qiudu wanted to help, but Shen Qingchuan directly pushed him back, jokingly said, "Today you are the birthday boy, so I must not let you do it."

Leng Qiudu looked at Shen Qingchuan's work before, after work, two hours later, a rich caramel aroma permeated the pan, put it in a large plate, the top layer of the soft and bright yellow cake was good, but the bottom layer was as black as hard carbon.

Shen Qingchuan was a little embarrassed. He underestimated the heat of the big iron pot in the stove with firewood, and vowed to show off his cooking skills, but in the end he made an unattractive cake.

In the end, it was Leng Qiudu who took the initiative, cooking and killing the old hen to make broth, and kneading the remaining packet of flour to make two bowls of fine noodles.

Served on a square wooden table, the rich umami taste is enough to make people move their index fingers. Shen Qingchuan put the chopsticks on Leng Qiudu's bowl, and said with a smile, "Shou Xing Gong eats first."

Leng Qiudu had a smile on his face, today was the happiest day he had spent in studying for many years.

One tile house accommodates two people, with three words and four eyes facing each other, with five or six points of warmth.

After eating and drinking enough, Shen Qingchuan sat on the bed in the inner room and chatted with Leng Qiudu.

The layout of the room is simple, an old wooden bed, but fortunately it is stable, the bed is covered with a pea-green quilt, and in front of the grid paper window is an uneven wooden table with some books on it, and even a chair. No, it is estimated that when Leng Qiudu wanted to write, he would bring a chair from the living room.

Leng Qiudu was reading a book, the atmosphere between the two of them was very comfortable, Shen Qingchuan was somewhat more comfortable here than staying at home.

Suddenly, Leng Qiudu's shoulders sank, and when he turned his head to look sideways, Shen Qingchuan was leaning on his shoulders. From Leng Qiudu's sight, his face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his long and dense slender black eyelashes were docile. The ground is hanging down, only the end is slightly tilted, like a fan cattail casting two shadows under the eyes, the lips are as red as fat, and they are as quiet and beautiful as a begonia sleeping in spring.

Leng Qiudu knew that when those eyes were opened, they were like autumn waves, and when they turned around, they were full of passion, just one glance would give him thousands of emotions in his life.

Leng Qiudu stretched out his hand to touch the person he had been thinking about day and night, making his heart swell and tumbling several times, his fingertips seemed to touch Shen Qingchuan's face, but he stopped suddenly.

"Miss Bo Ya..." Shen Qingchuan babbled in his dream, almost inaudible.

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